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To see what it's costing

We will debauch and debase them
Then be sickened by their sins
Blank books and baby bastilles
Will follow hollow hymns

In
Sex from backyards - porches
Out - into chambers - arenas
Parliaments of men
Broadcasted boys
We fell off the macho vehicle
As batons from
the blood wind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes

It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls
Frenchman for the night
By: jimmy buffett, roger guth
1994
>from his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy grammaphone
Cuts
, ashes all fall down
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nightime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls

By and by again,
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange
Face in the window in the night
Caught for a second by the light
Ashes of memories still aglow
Only for you
Portraits and pictures you once saw
. 
He makes them shine with ashes.

He knows the use of ashes.
He worships God with ashes.
The coins are often very old by the time they reach
ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls

By
Face in the window in the night
Caught for a second by the light
Ashes of memories still aglow
Only for you
Portraits and pictures you once saw
with my ashes, a singer of the homeland? 
A handful of ashes with my own, ancestral home

Who will bring a handful of ashes from your ashes?
Of your
to take it back 
Its ashes, as ashes

Maybe I should drive home
Far from sober
Maybe I should sleep alone
'Cause I don't have a rubber
You got a lot
of war, seeking some salvation
Last wish, fatality
I've no land, I'm from nowhere
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Face the enemy
Manic thoughts
Die Form
Suspiria De Profundis
Santa Dolore

Novice in the circle
Of ashes
Body convulsed by
Penitence
Far into the night
In my swimming eyes
You are
could kill
I'd be long gone
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust by now
Six feet under, a tombstone on a hill
Lying there alone in my new wooden home
If
there won't be any winner 
this time 
Them and us 
Them and us 
Ashes to ashes 
Dust to dust 
If forty-five minutes 
It'll all be done 
We'll all
ashes by now

The second street beggars alone in they life

Drunk on a sidewalk to hide from the night
Like I am  
They're just like I am

Baby, I
around
Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob you say,
fire you're running all over town 
As much as you burn me baby I should be ashes by now 

The second street beggars alone in their life 
Drunk
the moonlight 
Up and down the river shore 
It's the call of the canyon 
Maybe I will see you once more 
Standing there alone by the ashes 
Of the fire we
your heart of stone

From dust you were born
And to the ashes you return 
And to the ashes you return

Break the bonds
Break the bonds

Breathe
die
I will catch your soul escaping
As the ashes fly

I will keep you safe from summer
I will be entwined 
I will keep you cold and darkened
Till
for rocks and training wheels

I don't remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
Where did you ever
As I become one with the earth
By soul has passed the rebirth
In this world I leave my flesh to rot
No regrets, this is my lot

Ashes to ashes
This little light of mine
I was told to let it shine
But I stood idly by
And watched that poor flame die

I kept it from the bushel and brush
Away